Learning Chinese, or Why Using Chopsticks Daily Makes You Smart

It’s simple, really.

You use the chopsticks, and that makes you smarter.

I do, therefore I am.

Not seeing the correlation? Allow me to assist.

Every day there is much furious chopstick action. I’m able to consume ramen noodles, bits of styrofoam, fake kernels of corn, pseudo beef, paper, adhesive, and whatever else happens to come between me and my delectable noodles. Now when China executes the hostile takeover of America, Inc. I’ll be well positioned to eat ramen and rice until my dying days.

Because I plan ahead, I’m also learning to speak Mandarin Chinese.

Ever since my university days I’ve felt a pull toward the remarkable and mysterious China. It just so happens that they want to speak conversational English so that their people can more conversationally execute the aforementioned hostile takeover. Which is fine with me. The older I get, the more I respect a system of thought that’s more straightforward about their intentions regarding oppression, human rights, centralized economic planning, and trading with America, Inc.’s strategic enemies. With communism, at least you know what you’re getting yourself into.

So one day I hope to spend time in China teaching the next generation of Americans how we roll.

Conversationally.

Learning WordPress

I’ve spent some time watching Lynda.com tutorials on learning the basics of WordPress. Mor10 and I have become fast friends. He just doesn’t know it yet. So efficient, that Mor10!

In Other Words

You can learn, too. Unless you take learning for granted. Which I certainly hope is not the case. And if you do that, then shame on you. And if you are shamed, then you must atone for your shame somehow. Unless you prefer to wallow in shame. At which point we have another set of issues to address.

Please Address Your Issues Before Continuing To Read

I’ll wait…

Now that you’ve taken care of that little issue, what say you that we move on to thinking about more important matters?

Why is complaining so easy?

You would think that being grateful would be easy, since we have much to be thankful for.

Why do I always think I’m right and my way is best, even after I’m proven wrong hundreds of times?

That, my friend, is called being human. Sin nature. Look it up, started with the original Mom and Pop.

Enough senseless rambling. Go to sleep.